Sleep

Sleep, baby, sleep.
It’s been a long day,
and I can see it in your eyes.
I know what it’s like.
And when you sleep it all goes away.
You’re neither hungry nor full.
You’re neither bored nor sad.
Yet it doesn’t matter,
because now it’s all you.
Alone, you are, to sleep for hours, days.
And when you wake you will go back and wish to sleep,
but will be forced to face the challenge.
Beautiful baby, I hope it gets better. I do.